We never planned it,
   never circled the date,
   never said,

   "this will be ours."

But here we are.

A holiday,
  a reason to indulge,
  to take a night and call it something.

No beads,
   no parades,
   just the two of us—

The closest we’ve come to sharing a holiday,
                  even if we didn’t mean to.

And maybe that’s fitting.

Because we don’t do planned.

We don’t do scripted.

We take what comes,
   we turn it into something,
   we make the moment matter

   without ever trying too hard.

So tonight, let’s toast to that.

To a day we didn’t expect,
   to a night that might not mean anything—
   or might mean just a little more…

   than we’re willing to say...